In The Darkness; Enchantment Grows
I love the darkness
I love the sombre of dark; dusky yet faintly perfect
I swear the light; though not praying for
The heavenly hand; breath of heaven
Where is my hallelujah?
No, I don't dare to dream for the Eden
I know my inner call
Where the enchantment grows even in the darkness
I feel, I worship your presence
Your sensory touch heals me at the dead of night
No I am not feared; neither confused.
But I lost control of myself; makes me slip on the floor.
Yet I don't get wounded; neither heavily dumbfounded.
I can smell your heavenly perfume
Just like my mother's
That floral smell makes my supernatural arousal from my sleep; shivers my blood vessels.
I found the mirror rather than reflection of our lost times
Your embodiment, your dark attire, your bangles!
Oh ! That sounds even deafeningly quiet.
Makes me unrest; bewildered of senses.
I could see; I could touch Your long straightened hair of dark brownie shine !
I sacrificed my ego at the altar of attraction
Even in this darkness
Enchantment grows.
I could listen to the glow worms; mildly dissecting my weak nerves.
Those biological signals send me a message to sleep.
But I don't care; your presence provokes me once again
I found my solitude like a bliss for me
As I can come closer even to your unearthed presence.
You believed in Omnipotent; I believed in you
You did all the worship to the holiness;
I believed your soul as the best shelter of my antitheistic mind.
You were reserved, I was the outburst.
You will be missed as I thought
But Ah ! This night ; the flashes ; memoirs with some faintly uttered whispers ...
As the enchantment grows even in darkness
